Great are the hosts; the companies in pride Come touching, all the breadth of either side;And the pagans do marvellously strike.
So many shafts, by God! in pieces lie And crumpled shields, and sarks with mail untwined!
So spattered all the earth there would you find That through the field the grass so green and fine With men's life-blood is all vermilion dyed.
That admiral rallies once more his tribe:
"Barons, strike on, shatter the Christian line."Now very keen and lasting is the fight, As never was, before or since that time;The finish none shall reach, unless he die.
AOI.
